Found a relic of the before times, the last date I ever stamped a physical invoice before the pandemic switched us to digital signatures

That day I was struggling but still happy. Over two years later I'm a festering broken husk clinging to faded memories of the only person that ever gave a spit about me and why is my best friend dead dead and me cursed with the marred title of widow?

A decrepit broken system of greed further broken by a global incident proving it's frailties that didn't care my partner had no immune system sue to illness and false promises while under care they would be safe.

I feel disheartened and bitter to barely be middle aged with the meager life that we were content with having had each other only to be shaltered ashes around me as I see many others pull through this two year nightmare ready to forget as if the over 1 million souls and still rising gone mean nothing. I had nothing before we met and I'm back to that desolate abaddon again. I don't wish others suffering but being disabled I can't wait till I can be gone. I've lost everything that mattered to me because of that fucking virus and asshole acting like it wasn't serious but fortunately I have zero social circle so no one will even notice I'm gone so my last day will be the happiest because it means the pain will finally stop.

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